Clearly, he liked Devon and was shocked the kid had confessed. So I was right. Devon was the firebug. “Oh, Devon,” Jim said. “Tell me this is some kind of sick joke.” I suddenly realized the chief had been grooming Devon. He had wanted the kid to be part of his firefighting team. No chance of that now, I thought. “No joke,” said Devon. He lifted his chin to the fire behind us. “I set that fire. I set all those shed fires—by myself. Just leave Kayla out of this, okay?” “But she was here when you set that fire, wasn’t she?” I asked. “I saw her holding the jerry can,” I told him. “In your vision,” the chief corrected me. I looked around at the crowd. Most were watching the fire, but those closest to us were listening to our conversation. I lowered my voice, hoping they wouldn’t hear. “In my vision,” I told Jim. “Kayla had nothing to do with this,”
